Quick update.

My people, I am here to dissapoint you– I have to phone it in this week.

I’m hoping you’ll forgive me when you see the face-meltingly-embarrassing thing I did this weekend… SOLELY in the name of entertaining you.

It has been a LONG time since I made a spectacle of myself and the whole time I thought I was going to pass out from humiliation.

What was it?  I can’t tell you, duh.  But I promise it served NO PURPOSE at all.

I will post a photo of me on the way to do the face-meltingly-embarrassing thing on Facebook… so that if you’re interested in such things, you can see that I wore my necklace-of-invincibility.  Putting it here might alarm new readers.

Also, the reason THIS post is nonexistent is because I wrote a post for Houzz about surviving DIY with your significant-other.  It’s all I have to offer—go read it here.

If you came from Houzz?  I AM SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE… never leave.

My husband and I are restoring our 1890 Victorian house, room-by-room.
Here’s the project page outlining our restoration so far.
Meet us here.

Or click a photo to start with any of these posts:

DIY. Restoring an old Victorian house. Finishing Victorian attic.

How we got here.

Finding great antiques on craigslist.


Restoring our Victorian home. Fixing up an old house with my husband has been challenging for our marriage because it’s hard to agree on design decisions.

DIY Frustration

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Victorian DIY bathroom remodel—we designed and built the transom window and a large, custom medicine cabinet!

Before and after bath.

Wrap around Victorian front porch

Front porch stain debacle.

Designing a kitchen for our small old-house. Photos of our kitchen before a DIY kitchen redesign.

Kitchen- the next project.

Our DIY bathroom design and old house renovation. Project page

A totally unscientific explanation for impulse purchases.

This is a departure from anything remotely house, garden, or craigslist-related.

I’m sorry if this disappoints you.

  1. This is my blog.
  2. It was this, or nothing.
  3. I was afraid to choose nothing, since I live in perpetual fear that you will forget about me and move on to someone younger with better giveaways.
  4. I apologize for the annoying filters I used on the photos.  It’s one of those things where you think a trend is incredibly stupid, but then see so much of it that it becomes weirdly appealing.

This transition from grotesque-trend-that-should-be-banned, to mysterious-overnight-need-for-exact-repulsive-trend-purchase has not yet clad me in skinny jeans or peplum, and I am thankful for that.

DIY Vintage Brooch Necklace

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

I was scammed on Craigslist.

We’ve established that Craigslist is the source of all awesomeness.  But it’s also the source of the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.  And now that we know each other so well,  I think it’s time I told you the story of how I was scammed out of $200.

NOT because the internet is a scary place full of evil people.
NOT due to some sophisticated bait and switch.
Not for any reason at all, other than because I did not stop to apply rational thought to the experience I was having.

Instead, I did what I do best—charged past red-flag after red-flag… gleefully digging my own grave.  And I will say this about myself—no one digs a grave like me.

In the last year, I’ve heard the phrase “under the ether.”  To describe how scammers depend on emotion replacing common sense.  And how people who are taken by scammers later wonder how they did not take five seconds to just THINK about whether this was a likely situation… because FIVE SECONDS is all you need to realize you are being an idiot.

Having had that exact experience, I was able to nod and congratulate myself on being totally textbook.

So.  Last year my dad lost his iPhone.  He put it on top of his car… and drove away.
I put an ad on Craigslist.

The story of how I was scammed on Craigslist... because I am an idiot.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.